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[color=4169E1]- [I]Unknown[/I][/color]
[/center][hr][center][b][color=4169E1]Location:[/color][/b] The Castle Grounds ⇢ Outside the Attic
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	As Lyra rounded the perimeter, she caught sight of the hooded figure making his/her escape down the road that lead to the Palace. The look of determination in her blue-green eyes darkened as her gaze locked onto the figure. She pushed her body harder and faster, her breaths coming in and out sharply as she went into full out pursuit. However, a glint of desperation soon flashed in her eyes, breaking her focus slightly, as she saw the figure make a beeline for Wizard Way. There was no way she could easily keep up with the person in the thick crowds. As much as she didn't want to admit defeat and as much as she wanted to avenge Tristan and Fyror right then and there, it wasn't lost on her that she had abandoned her post long enough already.

	[color=4169E1]"Dammit,"[/color] she hissed through gritted teeth as she came to a skidding halt. She watched a bit dejectedly as the figure continued on into Wizard Way. She took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for a moment and giving a shake of her head. She let out a small sigh, before turning back around and heading back the way she had come. She needed to get back to her charge, the Queen, and let her know all that had happened. Maybe then they could go out and search for clues and witnesses, or she supposed appoint someone else to. She retraced her steps to the infirmary but continued on past it. The last she had seen Queen Valda the royal had been about to head up to the attic in search of Prince Myrus. So, that's where Lyra was headed. She soon made it to the stairs leading to the attic without a hitch.
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[color=6A5ACD]- [I]Polish Proverb[/I][/color]
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	Tristan's eyes began to flutter closed the moment he rested his head back onto the bed. He vaguely felt the [b]Physik[/b] woman grip him, but he effectively ignored her as his eyes were too heavy with exhaustion. However, what the woman did next was [I]much[/I] harder to simply ignore. He felt a sharp prick in his hand, followed by too harsh slaps across the cheek and his nose being pinched closed. He suddenly bolted upright, jerking himself out of her grip. [color=6A5ACD]"Freakin' [I]HELL[/I]!!"[/color] he loudly cursed, ending in a bit of a growl. Once the initial shock and pain wore off, his blue eyes turned to Skaoi to level her with an icy glare. He roughly shoved the tea cup aside. [color=6A5ACD]"You said to [I]rest[/I], so I was [I]resting[/I],"[/color] he retorted through gritted teeth, ignoring her concern for the sake of remedying his pride, or at least what was left of it.

	His gaze turned sharply at Amarantha's words, simmering slightly when his gaze met hers. He wasn't stupid enough to try his luck with the princess's body guard. He took a deep, hopefully calming, breath before speaking again. [color=6A5ACD]"Probably the ones who my kingdom are at war with, the Eastern SnowPlains,"[/color] he answered her, trying his best to keep his voice from sounding patronizing. He pointed a thumb in Becky's direction at the other [i]Physik[/i] woman's words. [color=6A5ACD]"There you go,"[/color] he stated matter of fact, before he disgruntledly took the damn tea and drank some of it.